The next morning Sasha woke up to a crash coming from the kitchen, followed by “Shhhhhhhit.” Apparently Iria was already up. Sasha looked over at her phone to see the time, blinking hard as she tried to focus. “8am? Are you fucking kidding me?” she whispered to herself. She coughed once to ensure her voice was ready then yelled, “Keep it down you fucking robot!”
Iria merely chuckled and continued making breakfast. Sasha hated the fact that Iria could bounce back from late nights with little to no repercussions which made it even more fun for Iria. She started purposefully clanging pots and spatulas and anything else that was within reach. Moments later she was rewarded with a groan of annoyance emanating from Sasha’s room.
“Gah! So much noise! You’re the clumsiest robot ever! I’m fucking returning you to whatever crazy Hong Kong coin-op vending machine you came from!”
Iria pushed Sasha’s door open and peeked through to see the redhead trying to bury her head in her pillow. “That’s racist you ass, and get up. You need to study.”
Sasha replied with another groan and through her pillow at the door. It flopped pointlessly between the bed and the door, never reaching its intended target. “While you’re at it, you should hit the gym. What sort of candy ass throw was that?”
Another groan. “Fuck….off.”
“Coffee is ready. Scrambled eggs and bacon are about 3 minutes away. Get into the shower now or I’ll dump this cup of ice water on your head.”
Sasha turned to look at the door and groaned again upon seeing that Iria did indeed have a cup of ice water in her hand. “Fine. I’m up.”
“Good. Jonathan already called. He said he’ll be here in an hour.”
“Ugh.” Sasha turned to look at her phone again. 8:03am. “This stinks.”
“And so do you.”
“You smell like…” Iria sniffed the air mockingly, “…like greased up women parts.”
“You stink. Get up. Shower that Jessica residue off you and come get breakfast. Ok slut?”
Iria giggled and headed back to the kitchen, “You heard me.”
Sasha ran her hand through her hair and yawned while stretching her arms out wide then over her head. Her entire body shuddered with the final exhalation and shivers ran through her unexpectedly. She felt calm. Subdued. As if she had just had a spa day at some fancy hotel like the Capri. Unfortunately, however, she did not smell like she had a spa day. Dragging her body out of bed she stumbled naked out her room and into the bathroom to shower.
“Hurry up,” Iria shouted from the kitchen, “food is ready and it’s gonna get cold.”
Sasha nodded and closed the door to the bathroom.
In the kitchen, Iria had filled both her plate and Sasha’s before walking them over to the table. She looked out of the living room window and cast her thoughts away onto Anthony. She missed him already. Waking up alone in her bed was depressing. She actually was looking forward to sleeping with Jessica. Not because of any lingering bisexual urges, but simply because it would be nice to wake up with a warm body in her bed. It was a King sized bed, after all, and while Sasha and she joked about swimming in it, the size of it did make Iria feel a little lonely.
Iria took a sip of her coffee and then inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of the liquid. It soothed her, as her thoughts trailed off like morning mist on the lake.
She was brought back to reality with the arrival of a damp and towel wrapped Sasha. She leaned over and kissed Iria on the cheek, “Thanks for breakfast hun. Sorry, I threw a pillow at you.”
Iria turned and smiled, “It’s ok. It was such a weak throw I wasn’t exactly worried.”
“No I suppose not,” she said with a smile. “Well, this isn’t the Hotel Capri, but this breakfast looks delish.”
Iria smirked at Sasha and curtseyed.
“Speaking of the Hotel Capri, is Anthony in town much longer?” Sasha managed to ask between bites of bacon.
“No, I don’t think so. He’s supposed to have one last meeting tonight, and after…” she trailed off.
“…he’s going back home to the…” Sasha interjected.
“The wife, yes.”
In that moment of silence between words lay more thoughts and feelings than either had the stomach to express. Sasha gave a nearly imperceptible nod and took a sip of coffee. Iria did the same in kind. Sasha wanted to reach out and hug her roommate and friend. She wanted to pull her close and let her know she understood and to reassure Iria it would be ok. But Iria was not the type to accept it.
After a moment had passed as the two sat in silence Iria said, “It’s a bit of a sham marriage. The only thing keeping them together is inertia at this point.” She took a sip of coffee then shook her head. “I don’t get it, but I guess it’s not my choice now is it.”
Sasha nodded thoughtfully, “Does he know how you feel?”
“Feel about what?”
“You know.” Sasha took a gulp of coffee which was now cool enough that it could be done safely.
“About his marriage?”
“He’s the one that said it’s like that. I mean, I guess I shouldn’t really care right. But–”
“–you do anyways.”
“Yeah.” Iria took a big breath and let it out slowly. “He’s a great guy you know?”
“I don’t mean just because he’s a great lay. He really is a great guy.”
Sasha nodded again.
Iria frowned a bit, then turned again to look at Sasha directly. “And what about you?”
“Yes. How do you feel about last night, now that you’ve had some time to sleep on it.”
“I–I really don’t know.” Sasha pushed the remaining eggs around on her plate absentmindedly, “I mean–it…ugh. It felt good you know?”
“But…I don’t know if I could be just…doing that all the time. You know?”
“Jessica’s great, don’t get me wrong, it’s just….I don’t see myself as being in a relationship with her. You know?”
“Like, friends maybe. But…girlfriends? Not like the way she wants.”
“I feel bad for Jacob,” Iria admitted.
“I know right?” Sasha scrunched up her face, “That’s gotta suck for him. Going from thinking you’re going to be with this girl forever, to her breaking up with you because she’s now into chicks. Like, that’s gotta mess with you a little don’t you think?”
“Probably.” Iria snorted, “He’s going to probably go into overdrive trying to prove his masculinity is intact.” She bit her lip a little and thought about her dream from the other night. “He’d be fun right now I think.”
Iria looked at Sasha like she was an idiot child, “Well he’s not bad looking is he? So, imagine that on top of you, trying to prove to you how much of a man he is. Going all alpha on you. Straight up rage fuck.” She sighed and bit her lip again, “Fucking epic.”
“Good lord.” Sasha rolled her eyes, but in a part of her brain, she would never admit existed she agreed completely with Iria. “Rage fuck.” she thought. “The complete antithesis of last night. Fucking epic indeed.”
Iria, as if sensing Sasha’s thoughts, snickered “You like it down in the gutter with me don’t you.”
Sasha smirked and started to turn red. Her pale skin once again betraying her. “Maybe.” she mused, “Sometimes.”
“Oh if you only knew the thoughts that go through my head sometimes roomy.” Iria giggled. She downed the last of her coffee and abruptly stood up. “Ok, gab fest over. Hit the books. Jonathan should be here in a little bit and you need to get dressed.”
“Meh.” Sasha snorted, “He’s already seen me naked.”
Iria turned to her roommate with eyes as wide as physically possible with her Asian features, “Whaaaaat? When? How? What? and….what!?”
“Sorry, I’d love to tell you but, gab fest is over.” Sasha stood up and passed Iria on the way to the kitchen, “Gotta hit the books now.” she stated dryly before sauntering down the hallway with a gigantic grin on her face.
“You owe me a story later!” Iria bellowed from the kitchen.
“We’ll see,” Sasha yelled back and closed her bedroom door with a laugh.
Sasha flopped onto her bed and laid there for a moment with her phone open. The cursor blinked next to a gray word, “Status?” She rolled over on the bed, opened her curtains to get a better light, puckered her lips and snapped a photo. She was still only wearing a towel and barely at that. The morning light washed out a lot of the detail but there was enough to be provocative. She tagged the photo and keyed in, “What a night! Well, time to hit the books! #yolo #notfun” After briefly looking at the photo one more time to make sure it was just barely a PG-13 picture she hit submit and it was off into the ether of the internet.
Half an hour later there was a knock at the front door. Jonathan had arrived. Sasha picked herself up from the bed and went to the door to let him in.
“Good morning.” he said politely, only briefly looking into her eyes before staring at the floor.
“Good morning Jonathan.” Sasha replied, “Please come in.”
“Is that Jonathan?” came a shout from Iria’s room.
Her door opened and Iria walked briskly down the hall to greet him. “Nice to see you again Jonathan.”
He smiled and nodded, “Thanks.”
Iria looked over at Sasha and then to Jonathan, “So I hear from Sasha that you saw her naked the other day.” she grinned maliciously at Sasha who was staring daggers back at her.
“Oh yes. We had a shower together,” Jonathan said.
“I had a shower Jonathan, you just….joined in.”
He looked at her puzzled. “I thought you said we weren’t supposed to tell anyone.”
“Yet you told Iria? I’m confused.”
“It slipped out.”
“I see.” he looked over at Iria and back to Sasha, “So I can tell people too then?”
Sasha looked mortified, “No! Please don’t.”
“I trust Iria,” Sasha said, which was mostly true.
“She didn’t tell me everything, though,” Iria chimed in.
“Oh well Sasha was in the shower, and I had been thinking about how she had been acting and I calculated that…”
“Ok enough! You’re here to help me study, come on.” she grabbed Jonathan’s hand and towed him into the other room roughly. Jonathan followed, looking back at Iria like a puppy who’s been scolded.
“Ok, you can tell me later then.”
“Sure thing,” Jonathan replied before being pulled into Sasha’s room. The door slammed shut and Iria turned on her heel to go get her own books, smirking as she did. As she reached her room her phone chirped with the arrival of a text message. It was Anthony.
“I miss you.”
Iria stared at the message for a long time. Before finally replying, “I miss you too.”